Cryin', waitin', hopin'...
Isn't winter terribly long?
Spring's just starting emerge, which is to say that it's slowly edging up towards 50 degrees in the great white North. It was 47 today and felt positivly hot. Well, not hot. Barely warm. Which is better than lung-freezing, gut-wrenching cold. Which is how it's been since February.
"April is the cruellest month" my ass, T.S. Eliot. February. February, the second or third day, when all of a sudden that final cold snap comes. The February snap behaves the same way your perpetually-late friend does when he or she goes to a party. They're late, and they know they've missed the bulk of the fun, but damned if they aren't going to get a drunk as possible. The February snap is on a mission from its weather god: Be as cold as you can be, and maybe we'll kill off some of these idiotic humans.
But today I didn't have to wear a heavy coat and it felt like a revolution.
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